Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Taste of Wexner

Many of you know that Elizabeth and I took the Wexner Heritage program for the last two years. It was an incredible experience with wonderful people and great teachers.

I wanted to share a taste of Wexner through the words of one of our best teachers, Rabbi Avi Weiss. We get emails from him every week with some wisdom that only he can provide.

For those of my faith, wishing you the sweetest and healthiest of years. May you be inscribed in the book of life. For the rest of you, enjoy the piece and email with questions ... I love you too! :-)

A TASTE OF TORAH IN HONOR OF SHABBAT AND YOMTOVREFLECTIONS ON THE SHOFARSEPTEMBER 13-15, 2007/ 1-3 TISHREI 5768By Rabbi Avi Weiss

Autumn Approaches. Before we even realize, the weather begins to turn, the colors deepen. We prepare for a new season. Our activities include adding layers of covering to provide protection against the cold weather soon to follow. Or so we think…For every Jew throughout the world, autumn’s announcement—“Take cover!”—is preceded and overshadowed by a piercing call that brings a different, contradictory message: “Shed your ‘cover’.”

That vibrant call, made every year at RoshHashanah—the Jewish New Year—is issued from the shofar, a ram’s horn. When blown on RoshHashanah, it reminds us that prior to the conquest of Jericho, Joshua blasted the shofar and “the walls came tumbling down.” At RoshHashanah, the season of introspection, we are taught that true self-analysis involves the breaking down of walls. We all wear masks, all kinds of disguises; penetrate those walls, the shofar says, remove the masks and allow the true persona to emerge.

A tale is told of a desperately sad man who sought counseling. After speaking with him, the doctor suggested that he begin intensive therapy the following week. To carry him over, the counselor offered the man a free ticket to see the famous comedian, Cornelius, who was in town that night. “He’s hilarious,” the doctor said. “He’ll make you laugh...you’ll feel better.” With that, the man’s face skewed in pain and he burst into tears. While his patient continued his bitter weeping, the doctor probed. “Why are you crying so? I’ve mapped out a plan to give you relief. Go see Cornelius, he’ll help you.” To this, the desperate man replied amid sobs, “But you don’t understand. I am Cornelius.” Billy Joel said it well: “Honesty is such a lonely word; everyone is so untrue.” The shofar’s first call is for real honesty.

Truthfulness can sometimes be bitter. Looking into yourself can be painful, especially if you think you have little to offer. Here again, the shofar teaches a lesson: Words do not emanate from the ram’s horn, but rather a cry, a call whose sounds emerge from the breath of the inner soul, of the person blowing the shofar.

Mystics maintain that externally, some human beings may be evil, but if you look deeply into the inner being of any person, his or her “inner breath” you will find goodness. The shofar pleads: Return to that inner core, retrieve the power of goodness which we so often overlook, but which is inherent in every person.

Yet another legend: A short apple tree grew beside a tall cedar. Every night, the apple tree would look up and sigh, believing that the stars in the sky were hanging from the branches of its tall friend. The little apple tree would lift its branches heavenward and plead: “But, where are my stars?” As time passed, the apple tree grew. Its branches produced leaves, passersby enjoyed its shade and its apples were delectable. But at night, when it looked to the skies, it still felt discontented, inadequate: Other trees had stars, but it did not. It happened once that a strong wind blew, hurling apples to the ground. They fell in such a way that they split horizontally, instead of vertically. In the very center of each apple was the outline of a star. The apple tree had possessed stars all along. The inner core was always good, and so it remains.

As with apples, all the more with human beings who must be good. After all, “God does not make junk”. The stars we possess are the seeds of potential goodness; we have the power to rise, but also to fall. What we do with the inner goodness depends on the individual, on each one of us. We can fly higher than the clouds, or we can sink deeper than the fish. Such is the challenge of being human; majesty and failure are but a hair’s breadth apart.

A final tale about an artist who found and made a sculpture of the most beautiful person anyone had ever seen. Years later, the artist decided that it would be interesting to sculpt the ugliest human being as a counterpart to his earlier work. One night, he found the perfect subject, sprawled at his very door...a dirty, hideous and drunken creature. The artist gently lifted this lost soul and carried him into his studio. He worked feverishly through the night to finish his sculpture. The next morning, in gratitude, he rose early to tend to his guest. The artist showered, shaved and dressed the man, only to discover that this pitiful figure was the very same person he had sculpted as the most beautiful person so long ago.

The sounds of the shofar—short and long, wailing and rejoicing: They offer us the choice for success or failure. Which shall it be? The shofar teaches…it’s up to us.